Why hasn't anyone with the wherewithal and muscle gone to the 300-odd relief camps in Assam to improve their festering conditions? Indrajit Hazra writes.
It’s the last day of the Olympics and all across our nation’s rolling tracks and fields, we are bursting with pre-ordered pride.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
As the northern, eastern and north-eastern grids collapsed on Tuesday, there was utter chaos in the household of Ramu (name unchanged).
Indrajit Hazra writes.
Is it just me or have you also noticed that every second lifestyle programme on television is a food show these days? If song-'n-dance contests were the rage five years ago, everyone's now dishing out food shows that seem incredibly the same no matter who the host is.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
They didn't cheat. So why have eight badminton players been disqualified for making tactical decisions that would help them win an Olympic medal?
Indrajit Hazra writes.
We should worry about the casual workforce who may be exiled into the outer reaches of the galaxy.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
The almost inaudible hum at the very start of this superb, majestic album grows and spreads like an inkdrop in an aquarium. An esraj continues the dhun, lulling us into a short heavy-lidded complacency, until...
With Pranab becoming President tomorrow, Bengalis can finally forgive Indians.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
Humayun Ahmed’s writings have been very popular, especially in his native Bangladesh and with a growing fan base in India’s Bengali-speaking West Bengal.
Indrajit Hazra writes
The UPA should be quietly delighted that so many literate patriots are viewing the Time story as an attack on our Prime Minister and our country.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
I'm going to stick my neck out and guess that most of you don't understand what a Higg's boson is. I'll also guess that you realised the immense importance of its discovery only because you read about it being immensely important.
Indrajit Hazra writes.
If you have any fast-curdling milk of human kindness in you, you should be dashing off a letter right now to this paper, demanding that this tasteless, offensive column be yanked off the page immediately.
Normal people get into a terrible funk after a break-up. Musicians make songs out of all that rottenness. Bob Dylan’s grand casserole of anger, heartache and loneliness in Blood on the Tracks, and more recently, Jack White’s raucous posturings of a wronged husband/lover in Blunderbuss are broken hearts laid out on chipped vinyl. Jazzy crooner of sigh-singing fame Norah Jones joins the heartbreakers’ club in her fifth solo album, Little Broken Hearts.
I don't know how good Purno Sangma's backhand is, but I've been told he's been sighted in tennis gear, with John McEnroe-vintage headband and Slazenger kit at the Delhi Gymkhana all of last week.
Indrazit Hazra writes.
It was only a matter of using our genius for jugaad to turn a presidential nomination catfight into something a bit loftier called politics,
Indrajit Hazra writes.